Who? Malcolm & Rena Where? The night club When? Saturday afternoon What? Rena offers some comfort after Grey's service. Rating? High for language and talk of death. Status? Ongoing, open if you like.
Malcolm hadn't been sure if he was going to have a service for Grey or not, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Like the least that she deserved, even if he could imagine her rolling her eyes from beyond the grave, scoffing at all the crap that people said. And he hadn't expected so many people to want to attend- it was welcome enough, but he knew what people were like when death was involved. All fake sympathy, pretending to give a fuck, acting as if she was the best person in the world and such a loss to the island, when many hadn't cared a jot about her while she'd been alive. Or had actively disliked her. But he didn't even have the energy to get angry about it.
When Malcolm was angry, you really knew that he still had a bit of fight left in him. It was when Malcolm was quiet, subdued, minus the bad language- that was when something was very, very wrong. And he'd spent the day in that state- quiet, slightly detached, smiling politely and thanking people for coming, graciously accepting their condolences. He'd even just smiled and nodded at Desmond's words about God, even though he didn't believe in any of it. No, Malcolm wasn't okay.
Even in the club, he was quiet and agreeable. He was grateful that people had chipped in, taken care of things for him- now, he'd found himself alone for a moment, the fake smile dropping from his face as he stared blankly into his glass. He felt so lost without her.